- Edward Hamilton

They hug. They kiss. They felt each others love flow through one another. The more one gives, the more one would receive. She would kiss him as she would let go completely and give her self to him; mind, body and soul. He never tasted such lips, none like any others. Their lips would engage into a loving battle as their rhythm would gradually increase. They would dance to their own beat. They would sway left and they would sway right. Back and forth, never letting go. Trusting him, trusting her. He gently rubs his lips on hers as she grins with anticipation. He would slowly kiss her lower lip whilst pressing his body against hers constantly. His tongue would mimic the motion of his finger below.

They hug tighter. They never allowed an instant without being in contact. Their thighs, their chests, their palms and their lips. “I love feeling you, I love feeling your body” she would say as she would uninhibitedly glance at her lover in front of her. She would stare and move in ways new to him as his body would scream with pleasure and would share her same anticipation. He breathes her in with one deep breath as he slowly shuts his eyes. He would pause for a moment. He touches her, he can listen to her every breath. He would slither over her body, using every limb, every finger and its nail on every part of her being. Gently rubbing and pressing parts of her body he knew she loved. He would run his fingers through her hair. Then, he would firmly massage her neck as his other hand would stray across her chest. He would gently stroke every curve of her front. She feels the warmth from his hand as he looks at her and asks “Can you feel me?”

She nods and smiles to acknowledge. She would wonder “how does he make me feel this way?”

They were one. They breathe as one and they love as one. She looks up and says “I feel you inside me”.

The connection between them was increasing with every passing moment. They could feel it around them. The energy was overwhelming and exciting and they looked forward to proceed into their ritual. He would have a mental picture of were she needed his energy and he would feel the vibrations from her body, paying attention to how her body reacted to his every touch. He listened. He could sense what it was she craved and what she needed. She adored the feel of his strong arms exploring her body. He would exhale, completely letting out all the air in his lungs until he would reach the point were he can only listen to the racing beat of his heart and the gentle moans she would often emit as she breathes him in deeper. He discovers a world of sound. A playing field for sighs, for moans, for growls and purrs. She would breathe heavier and faster and as breaths grew closer her appetite grew and she would kiss him passionately, he would hold her tighter as they both share a moment of pure pleasure. Each moan increasingly louder. She would hug him harder whilst creating beautiful music with a combination of sighs and moans. He would whisper words to his lover as she would stare at him for a few moments. Both would shut their eyes together. She arches her back as far as she could reach and extends her feet as she sinks into a sea of feather filled cushions. He stares at her neck and restrains her hands above her head as he makes his way above her. They both are dominant energies yet in harmony and always in tune. He would kiss her exploring her curvaceous body as he works his way around every inch of her. He would sink into her with all his might as she screamed for him not to yield. She would twist and twirl and she would glide her hands across her body to reach her lover. She digs her fingers through his hair and what started off as a gentle shiver down her legs transformed into a shockwave strong and powerful enough to make her entire body tremble with pleasure. She would squeeze him towards her as she arched her back once again. She wants to feel him beneath her. She takes over and he lies on his back, eagerly waiting for what she had in store for him. She would kiss him wildly and would touch him in such a way he would feel her flowing through his body from one end to the other. She would find her way around his body perfectly as she knew were and how he adored to be touched.

As he opens his eyes he takes a deep breath. He looks at her looking at him. Staring, exchanging glances, looking deep inside each others eyes. As he would admire her voluptuous body he would enjoy her various silhouettes. Each one extenuating a different part of her body. As they dance between the sheets, with their flickering shadows on the wall, he would look at her in all her beauty. No barriers, no questions. Just comfortable being so pure in front of each other. Such a giving body lies beside him. He feels her. Such a strong body lies beside her. She feels him. They stare at eachother as they both move in closer and closer. Their bodies glistened in the dim lit room. He would run his finger down her thigh and he would stare into her eyes. He is in awe from such beauty. She keeps running her fingers through his hair as she stares at the man’s body. They were one. She would climb upon him and he would whisper in her ear “you are so pure”.